Four-Word Battle Armor Figure

Zhuo Shi's thoughts had barely settled when his eyelids twitched without warning, and a violent surge of energy slammed into him from the side.

He whipped his head around to see Lin Feng burning his Three-Word Battle Armor with reckless abandon, holding nothing back as he poured his entire soul power into his strongest soul skill.

"Ninth Soul Skill, Black Flame Death Ray!"

The roar cracked like thunder. In an instant, a colossal phantom of a black crocodile, draped in thick, heavy scales, manifested behind him.

The black crocodile's eyes were blood-red, and as its massive jaws gaped open, a sphere of pitch-black flame pulsating with destructive intent coalesced within.

The terrifying energy fluctuations distorted the surrounding air, causing even space itself to ripple.

Feng Wuyu, true to his name, was speechless.

Seeing yet another character cut from the same cloth as Cai Yue'er, the flicker of admiration he had just felt vanished instantly. He was about to intervene, but Yun Ming moved a step faster.

A gentle yet irresistible force of spiritual power instantly enveloped Lin Feng, shattering his concentration and suppressing the Black Flame Death Ray before it could erupt.

Behind Lin Feng, the massive black crocodile phantom slowly dissipated.

His Three-Word Battle Armor retracted into his body, revealing a face as pale as paper. His aura had withered to the extreme; clearly, the combination of burning his armor and having his technique forcibly interrupted had caused a dual backlash.

Still, at least his life was saved.

Good news: Future resources from Shrek Academy might be tilted in his favor.

Bad news: Shrek Academy was about to be blown up.

Yun Ming took a deep breath, suppressing the complex emotions in his heart, and turned his gaze toward Leng Qingning, saying in a deep voice, "Yue'er must not be harmed."

"Rest assured, Le Lingzhao will not take her life," Leng Qingning replied indifferently.

Even without the Cai Yue'er incident, she held no fondness for Yun Ming, so her tone was far from pleasant, and she had no intention of continuing the conversation.

The so-called number one person on the Douluo Continent was not worth a single hair on An Lan.

Unbidden, the image of her beloved disciple surfaced in her mind.

Yun Ming understood this well. While he wanted to ease relations with the Phoenix Family, his complicated history with Leng Yaozhu made him reluctant to stir up further trouble or increase the awkwardness.

He turned to Yuanen Zhentian and cupped his hands. "Patriarch Yuanen, I came here after receiving reports from Shrek Academy students training in the area about a large-scale invasion of otherworldly creatures. Now that the crisis is resolved, we shall not linger and will take our leave."

Yuanen Zhentian waved a hand. "The Yuanen Family is deeply grateful that Shrek Academy stepped in to help during our time of need."

He looked around at the once-lush mountain range, now shattered by the demonic invasion. "However, our clan has suffered a great calamity, and our ancestral grounds are severely damaged. I fear we cannot host you properly, so I will not keep you. I shall pay a visit to express my thanks another day."

Yun Ming's heart sank at these words.

Although he had intended to leave, the fact that Yuanen Zhentian didn't offer a single word of invitation to stay made his attitude clear: the Yuanen Family did not wish to have any further entanglements with Shrek Academy.

As for the excuse about the "severely damaged ancestral grounds," with Yun Ming's spiritual power, he knew it was a lie.

The Yuanen Family's territory had suffered damage, but it was not critical.

Of course, he would not point this out; as long as it wasn't brought into the open, both sides could maintain a shred of decorum.

With that thought, Yun Ming said no more. "Patriarch Yuanen, farewell."

With that, he turned and left.

Seeing the Pavilion Master move, Feng Wuyu and Zhuo Shi nodded slightly to Yuanen Zhentian and Leng Qingning before leaping into the air to follow.

Yun Ming deliberately slowed his flight. Once the Shrek group caught up, he waved his hand, and his soul power instantly tore through the space before them.

After locking onto the coordinates, he paused for a moment, unwilling to run into Le Lingzhao.

Yuanen Zhentian watched the backs of the Shrek Academy group as they departed, his eyes dark and inscrutable.

A mere report from students had been enough to alarm the Sea God Pavilion Master; such an excuse was far too flimsy.

Beyond that, Cai Yue'er and the extreme, reckless Title Douluo who had burned his armor without a second thought had shattered the filter through which he viewed Shrek Academy.

Especially Cai Yue'er. He had never thought twice about her title before, but now that he considered it, the title "Silver Moon" was clearly that of Kong Deming, the head of the Sun Moon Empire's Offering Hall ten thousand years ago!

Kong Deming was the first Level 10 Soul Tool Master on the Douluo Continent and the progenitor of the theory of humanoid soul tools. The mechas and battle armors prevalent on the continent today all stemmed from his theories.

To adopt the title of such a predecessor was an act of utter disrespect.

If someone like Cai Yue'er could hold a position as an elder in the Sea God Pavilion, the internal culture of Shrek Academy was clear to see.

Thus, Yuanen Zhentian decided to keep Shrek Academy at arm's length.

Seeing the spatial rift in the distance close, he withdrew his gaze and turned to Leng Qingning. "Your Excellency Purple Phoenix, please, accompany me back to the clan grounds for a talk."

Unlike his treatment of the Shrek group, Yuanen Zhentian's invitation to Leng Qingning was sincere.

Leng Qingning retracted her Four-Word Battle Armor and shook her head gently. "The Yuanen Family has just undergone such a change; I am sure Your Excellency Zhentian has many matters to attend to, so I shall not intrude further."

Yuanen Zhentian had already informed her of the cause and effect of the demon invasion, and she knew the Yuanen Family was currently in chaos, so she had no desire to overstay her welcome.

Yuanen Zhentian reconsidered; his clansmen were currently in a state of panic, and the matter regarding Tiandang's family needed urgent attention. He truly had no time to host guests, so he did not press the issue.

He spoke with a solemn expression, "In that case, in three days' time, I shall bring my son and his family to visit and thank you in person."

Leng Qingning nodded slightly. "Then I shall await the Patriarch's arrival."

As her words fell, purple light erupted from her body, and she transformed into a streak of violet light, vanishing into the horizon in an instant.

After Leng Qingning departed, only Yuanen Zhentian remained.

He dispersed his spiritual power, sweeping it lightly across the area, and soon located Yuanen Tiandang in the distance.

He was currently acting like a madman, frantically rummaging through the corpses of demons, clearly searching for Yehui.

Seeing this scene, Yuanen Zhentian was instantly incensed, resolving to beat him until he couldn't get out of bed for three days.

Shangling City, Spirit Pagoda.

No sooner had Leng Qingning returned than Le Lingzhao arrived right on her heels.

After finishing off Cai Yue'er, it was indeed inappropriate for the two sides to meet, so upon sensing the spatial fluctuations, she had stopped in time and hurried back.

She did not use the main entrance, instead flying directly through the air to the ninety-ninth floor of the Spirit Pagoda.

An Lan had already thrown the window wide open, thoughtfully leaving a "door" for her.

Seeing Le Lingzhao return, An Lan displayed the meaning of being fickle to the extreme; the "large purple figurine" he had been unable to put down just moments ago was instantly tossed aside.

An Lan hurried over, pleading eagerly, "Second Master, quickly summon your Four-Word Battle Armor and let me touch it!"

Le Lingzhao glanced at Leng Qingning, who had just removed her own battle armor nearby, and immediately understood that she had been "victimized" a step ahead of her.

However, she still intended to satisfy this small wish of her precious disciple.